8 comments/ 46730 views/ 53 favorites How to Tame a Succubus Ch. 01 By: Exeltus Chapter 1 - The Taming of Jezelle "I certainly hope it isn't much farther." "I am as eager as yourself, my lord. Worry not, we're almost there." The hunger was so ravenous within Jezelle. It had been days since she had last fed; there had been little safe opportunity to do so. The villagers and militia had started looking into the disappearances of the locals, and a single sloppy mistake would lead them right to her. Thankfully she had some restraint, unlike her weaker sisters. A night's worth of hard work was about to reach its climax as the pair walked through the torch lit streets to her humble shack. Inwardly Jezelle grinned at the thought of what was to come as she walked arm in arm with the young Paladin. Their meeting at the tavern was purely by chance, made all the sweeter since he was the perfect target. He was young and alone, away from his home across the continent, and brimming with mana. He hadn't even thought to check into an inn yet, especially not with Jezelle's invitation for him to warm her bed. With a body like hers it wasn't surprising that he accepted. Truth be told as far as the demon was concerned it was nothing special but the glamour was what made it truly shine. It affected no two people the same way, but the end result made all who see her lust with equal desire. Currently she bore a petite frame that was overly curvy in just the right places, short mousy brown hair, and a typical peasant girl's garb that had been hemmed just so to make it more enticing. Sir Juste, for example, was drawn deeply into her almond shaped oceanic blue eyes. Juste was quite delectable to look at himself. A strong jaw and face that was unmarred and cleanly shaven. His dirty blond hair always needed to be brushed out of his vision. He wore light armor compared to other holy warriors she'd met. White enameled shoulder guards and breastplate barely protected his torso while matching greaves and gauntlets covered his extremities. A pure white linen robe lay beneath, cinched by his swordbelt. A single touch revealed the lean definition that lay under. A single touch also revealed a swell at his loins that Jezelle was apt to touch as well. And his eyes... They spoke of passion, but not the kind that a Paladin usually carries. It was hard to believe anything he'd said to her all eve when his essence reeked of such innocence. Not necessarily in the carnal sense, for that was what drew her to him, but in the worldly sense. He was as green and unbloodied as a squire half his age. Hell, she even doubted his claim to such a title as Holy Paladin of Lumaris. From his attitude and stories he told he was more likely a young noble with gold enough for the gear to back up his tales and a penchant for gullible peasant girls than he was a brave demon-banishing warrior of light. Jezelle decided when they first locked eyes that she didn't care either way. There was a fire burning within Juste, for certain, but it was not nearly as virtuous as one of his stature should hold. The golden-eyed boy was going to ravage her the way she craved. Her mind wandered as he droned on about his brave deeds. The hunger was pushing her to the edge and starting to chip away at her focus. For hours he told her of bold stories of his battles and equally vivid tales of bedding. At times she was so out of it that the tales seemed to be one and the same. Just a bit longer and she would be sated, she told herself. When they finally reached her humble abode the door was slammed and locked behind them with fervor. It was time to sate her hunger. "My lord, shall we retire to my chambers or -- Oohh!" Jezelle's words were cut off as the young paladin grabbed a fistful of her short hair and forced her to her knees. "I think neither of us can wait any longer." He grinned at her knowingly. Jezelle nuzzled her cheek against his burgeoning hardness as she unfastened his swordbelt, throwing it and his mace a bit further away than necessary. It never hurts to take extra precautions, she thought as her deft fingers slid into the robe to draw him forth from his smallclothes. She licked her painted lips as she eyed his member, fingers running through the curly mass that matched his hair. "I am quite happy my lord was not just boasting about this." she said sultrily, stroking the entire length playfully. Jezelle let out an almost pained gasp as his grip upon her hair tightened again and forced her against his throbbing sex. "If I'd wanted your mouth used for anything else I would not have you down there woman." She was completely right about Juste's desire. He may not know how to treat a lady properly but he sure as hell knew how to treat a lady as she secretly desired. Not needing to be told again she made haste to sheath him in her mouth. The first bob was just a few inches, but each subsequent slurp took in more. By the time she'd worked down most of his shaft he had removed all armor but his robe, which now showed his bare chest in the moonlight. Lust instinct took over Jezelle as she licked him from base to tip, tasting as much of the Paladin as she could. She used both hands to stroke him as she suckled the top inches. Pre-cum smeared against the back of her throat, the taste driving her hunger into overdrive. Everything she had wanted and needed was but a tease that was swallowed in an instant. Hands slipped about his waist as she rhythmically worked his cock over, trying to suck his essence from him. Juste did his part helping to force her deeper on him. Her eyes welled with tears as she gagged happily on him, looking up at him. His face was stoically content, his eyes wanting more. She gave it to him while never breaking her gaze. His breathing began to quicken at her work and he caressed her cheek as a sign. Feverishly she sucked up and down his sex until Juste threw his head back and moaned, muttering nonsensically as the passion took him and she brought him to climax. At first it came but a trickle, but soon he spewed forth his entire load into her mouth. In an instant pleasure washed over the succubus as she devoured his essence. She had tried not to spill any, yet in her heat she made a mess of it. Jezelle took care to lick it all up from his hips and from her fingers, noticing the faint glow his semen seemed to have. A trick of the eyes, she thought, returning her gaze to focus deeply into his eyes. The warmth coated her throat as she swallowed. It spread through her body, inflaming her nethers far more than they were moments ago. Oddly, it wasn't as satisfying as she'd hoped, there was a feeling of emptiness from it. No matter, she would use this mortal as much as she needed to feel full once more. There was no more need for her ruse, no more need to wait. Juste was hers to feed on until her lust was sated and he was but a husk of a man. She controlled him now. "Tell me my lord, what do you love about me?" "The ruby glitter of your eyes," he said obediently. Her question of confusion was choked out of existence by tightness in her throat. He knew... He knew all along. "It's no use, I've sealed that dirty mouth of yours. Not so much as a whimper will pass from those lips unless I permit it." Her chest rose and fell quickly as she squirmed, the thin wisps of sheer silk that draped over her breasts straining against her erect nipples. Her arms were locked where they were by the magical manacles, but her legs could flail freely. As her captor stalked towards the bed, she tried to push away unsuccessfully. His member was still throbbing hard and dripped as he approached. She had noticed it more than anything. Despite her utter fear of what was to come she was horny beyond belief. The spiritual energy from his sperm flowed through her and fully ignited her hunger. It was taking over. Jezelle was torn between the two feelings but it was inevitable that the hunger would win. Here she was, moments from death, and all she wanted was him inside of her. I'm no better than those whorish Lilim, she thought in disgust. The paladin caught her glances between his two weapons and smirked. "What a miserable creature you are. Well, don't worry. I'm not going to banish you the way a vile demon like you deserves. There's more than one way to punish evil." Her eyes flickered in thought, trying to decipher his meaning as he ignored his steel aside and crawled onto the bed. Jezelle eyed him like the piece of meat he was, trying hard to think. It was getting harder to do so. The basic robe slipped from his shoulders as he moved towards her. "You shall repent for your sins." Trying to speak again and having no words come forth made her suddenly realize his meaning as he approached. He means to bind me, Jezelle thought in a panic. She pressed her knees together as hard as she could, yet found it to be no use. Her inner demon craved to have him inside her once more, to feel the hardness pound into her depths and fill her. He jerked off slowly before her as his glowing seed trailed down his fingers, as if beckoning her to open the portcullis guarding her keep. He could see what she wanted as plain as day. As if to satisfy her craving he moved towards her and without hesitation she parted her thighs, eager like a bitch in heat. Please no, raced through her mind. But then he stopped, his sex barely brushing against hers. Her nectar trailed to his head from when they briefly met. Her ruby eyes watched as her hips writhed to try and draw him in. "Do you wish to be forgiven and be a cause for good in this world?" he asked. No, I'd rather be dead than that!"I want you to fuck me!" Jezelle was finally allowed to say. "Pleasure is only for those who seek redemption. I ask again, do you wish to repent?" The hunger didn't understand what he wanted from her. Don't do it, she screamed at herself, he wishes to enthrall you! If her hunger could hear, it plainly didn't care. The demon within wanted one thing right now, to be used like a common whore until he shot all his seed within her. The scant shreds of rationality within Jezelle was terrified at the thought of what he asked her, yet her body acted on its own. "Nnn...n-no," she managed to stutter, arching her back languidly, desperately, as the hunger began to overpower her sensibilities. She moaned plaintively as she writhed. "Please... please don't... please fuck me!" "Carnality can only be given to those who seek redemption," he spoke coolly, almost seductively as he rubbed the tip of his member over her exposed clit. The sensation sent a shockwave through her. "A...anything... Just fuck me... I'll do anything..." What kind of monster is he? Seducing a succubus... I am my own ruin. "Answer my question properly then." Again he smeared his tip against her in agonizing circles. I'd rather die than be a pet of the light! "Ohh Gods... I'll repent! I'll do anything! I'll be good..." Another circle, and another. "Oh Gods, I'll be good..." He slapped it hard thrice. I swear to the gods I'll kill you for this! "I'll do anything," she promised in a whimper. "I'll kill the demon queen herself, just fuck me pleeease!" the succubus cried, drawing out the last syllable miserably. "In the name of Athamas the Broken..." Don't you dare! Don't even think about it! "I shall consecrate your darkness and set you on the path of righteousness." And before she could mentally protest anymore, he drew aside the sopping wet silk that futilely covered her slit and speared her. All semblance of reason melted from her mind as her hunger got what it wanted. The succubus was in full feeding mode now, existing only for the holy shaft within her. "Ohhh yes!" Without a word he fucked her, deeply. It was hot inside her as it easily slipped in and nearly out over and over. Never had she felt such power in a man; she wanted it. Her elegant long legs entwined about his hips to draw him in deeper. A thumb took up the place where his head was moments ago and stroked her clit as he rammed into her. Jezelle had been so wound up from his teasing and denial that she came instantly to his stimulation. She shuddered in ecstasy as her sex clung to his in waves. When it subsided she looked at him with lust drunk eyes, her tongue lolling. Something is wrong, she thought. He didn't cum! There wasn't a man alive who could withstand the cunt of a succubus in full climactic spasm. She whined and squirmed, needing more of him. She needed his seed, his essence. As if he'd read her mind his hips ground into her once more, his hands finding her breasts, squeezing them as if he were trying to milk a Holstaurus. It wasn't long before the piston thrusting of his member caused her to climax again. Succubi become ravenous when they orgasm. It takes just one to set off a chain reaction that makes them crave another and another, usually ending when their partner's life does. But here Juste stood, balls-deep in her after a second and not even pre-cum smeared her insides. "If you truly wish to repent, then take it yourself," he grunted, trying to mute his own pleasure. "Forgiveness awaits all those who ask." With that he dispelled her bracers. The succubus was quick to take advantage, tumbling with him until she mounted his hips. Vigorously she rode him, the wings upon her hips fluttering. His rough hands rested on her hips, rocking them as she impaled herself on his spear. Harder and faster she bounced on him, scratching up his chest as she craved him to explode in her. She whined as she neared another orgasm and was being denied. "Ask and ye shall receive." "Cum inside me... Please.. Ohh fuck I need it!" The paladin closed his eyes in meditation, "That's not what you should be asking for. Your body I already have, it's your soul I need." "Please don't make me... I need you.. Oh Gods...!" she screamed as she came, not relenting in her assault. When he did not fill her yet again she started to get desperate as her primal urges reduced her to a base beast. "Please please pleeeease! I asked nicely, I said please! I'll be good! I want to be a good girl for you! I... I'll be yours. I'll do anything! Please forgive me and let your seed quicken inside me. I promise I'll be your good girl if you do!" His thumb ran from nipple to nipple across her chest, then from neck to navel. Juste uttered another spell beneath his moans and rested his hand on her mound as she ground on him. Then he released as deep as he could within her, causing the succubus to join him. "Oh Gods yes! That's just what I -- W-what? No..." The first blast inside her felt so good, her body devouring his mana, but subsequent squirts were less and less satisfying. The first had been like nothing more than a few scant water drops on her parched tongue. There was disappointment and craving stirring within her. She knew what had happened even if her hunger did not. Her slit was as sealed and useless as her mouth was. It mattered not to the hunger. It needed him and was desperate now. Jezelle's body knew if he couldn't satisfy her womanhood then she'd need to try somewhere else. With wanting she crawled off of him and threw her face down in the sheets, one talon working her dripping sex while the other spread her ass as best it could. "Please, master Paladin. You promised to give it to me if I'd swear to be good. I will, I swear to the succubus queen herself I will!" "A righteous man can only take what's offered to him," he said as he began to tease her hole with a finger covered in his semen. The hot feeling of it drove her crazy inside. "Take my ass, master. My whole body is yours. I promised it was! Please sate my hunger... I need you so badly." "With such a vile act I shall end your reign and you'll be born anew," he said victoriously, easily sliding his juice-covered cock into her tight bottom. She loved and dreaded the sensation of him splitting her. Each thrust felt like a burning sword stabbing her. She'd had many a large man before, but a succubus' body can easily shift and accommodate. But not now. Something about him suppressed her in that sense. She felt him as if she were mortal again and before her change she'd never had a man in her rear, let alone one so big. It was a sweet, pleasureful agony. She would have begged for more if she could but Jezelle was biting and moaning into her pillow. His cock pulsated as blood coursed through it, thrusting deep into her. Jezelle felt as if each pound was smashing up her guts and stirring up her insides. She was thrust back upon Juste as he held her hips firm. He fucked her slowly at first, but now he sped up. She cried out as she knew what was about to come. And then he did. She was pulled helplessly onto his full shaft as he unloaded in her, the sticky seed filling her. It shot and oozed deeper into her being and for the first time all night he allowed her to feed. She was overloaded by the sensation of it all and blacked out, her tensing body milking him for all he was worth. --- It must have been well beyond dawn when Jezelle awoke to find herself resting beside her night's paramour. Juste's broad shouldered back lay facing her as she roused from her slumber. The hunger lurked within her still, but it had been fed enough for her to have complete control once more. On the whole she seemed fine, though couldn't shake the feeling that something felt off. She had been changed by the paladin's ritual, she knew, but couldn't tell how. What was most important was that she was still alive; what was most surprising was that Juste was still alive. Whatever he had done to her must have taken a lot out of him, for he was completely passed out. For minutes she watched the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest. She did her best to try and remember the events of the last night, but everything after returning to her shack had been a blur. Like a berserker lost to bloodlust she remembered very little when the hunger took over. Sickness wound its way through her stomach as the realization dawned on her. Bits and pieces of his righteous pillow talk began to come through the haze of her thoughts. Logically, there was only one explanation of the whole situation: the paladin had bested her in bed. Something like that was practically death to a demon like her. The flow of energy between a succubus and her prey was a delicate thing. It was easy enough to feed, but if one succumbs first it goes the other way. Jezelle still felt like she had power, but it was only a fraction of what she held before. If that wasn't bad enough it had been long since decreed by the demon queen that any succubus who was weak enough to be bested by a mortal was to be banished from their realm. It was like being a dragon who could no longer breathe flame; the demon queen had no use for the useless. Some of the more extreme would even go beyond rejecting the succubus and seek to slay the weakling. There was little of her life she could remember, but now the little she did have was forfeit. Jezelle had been doing quite well for herself but this young warrior had just ruined it all for her. Again she looked over at the youth. A deep sense of disgust churned within her at the sight of him. The succubus would be lying if she said that was all she felt, though. Here lay the first man to ever withstand her power and it wasn't even a close contest. Juste had utterly dominated her and deep down she loved it. One always desires what they can't have, though in Jezelle's case it was more so that no one was able to actually give it to her. Not until last night. Whatever his reasons and however twistedly he had done so, Juste actually made the effort to put her own pleasure above his. She felt drawn to him because of this, as nonsensical as it was to her. Succubi don't bind themselves to anyone. But now, in her current situation, she may not have a choice. The thought of that caused her to bite her lip in exhilaration before her nature took over again. She was an elder succubus who had long served the demon queen faithfully. Her kind are the masters, not the slaves. How to Tame a Succubus Ch. 01 Conflict raced through her mind like a nightmare at the thought of what she would do now. Why was she feeling like this? What did the paladin mean by repent? Why did he let her live? Why is he still here? What did he have planned for her? Why did part of her not care, as long as he used her again? There were few strong enough to dominate a succubus; what use would any of those warriors have to keep one around? The few stories she'd heard ended with the demon's death by either the captor or one of the queen's agents shortly after the succubus was abandoned. Jezelle wanted answers but her touch went ignored as Juste rested. Her instincts took over again as anxiety began to overwhelm her thoughts. Jezelle's supple breasts squeezed against his back as she snuggled up to him. Her hand slid down her body until it reached her slit, palm covering her dripping sex. Thighs pressed against each other as she ground against her hand. A pleasured gasp left her lips before she began to tease the opening between her legs with her fingers. She worked her fingers over her labia, then one by one slid each digit into her depths to fully coat them with her juices. Once satisfied with her work, the hand migrated from her crotch to his. The paladin's member was soft in her grasp but that was quick to change. Delicately at first, she stroked and worked his cock over to cover him with her wetness. Juste stirred as he stiffened. It wasn't long before her teasing fingers slipped around his full erection. The succubus took care to take her time, for to rush or be forceful would most likely get an unwanted reaction. As she stroked Juste he began to squirm against her and make content, drowsy noises. The pace of her own breath quickened as did her rhythmic groping. She hoped it wouldn't take long for him to wake; the feel of his throbbing shaft in hand and the lingering scent of their sex last night began to rouse her hunger. She eased Juste onto his back not only for easier access, but to be able to look at him as well. The succubus could see pleasure working through him as his eyes fluttered beneath closed lids. Her eyes devoured the sight of him lying bare before her. What Juste lacked in bulk he made up for with lean, firm definition. He may not be a strong warrior, thought Jezelle, but that doesn't diminish his looks or power at all. Before she knew it she had to bite his shoulder to stifle her panting The feel of her fangs digging into his skin must have woken the paladin, for only a moment after she bit down she felt a strong, rugged hand molesting her bottom. Jezelle was quick to flinch away from him, though her hand still had him firmly grasped. "Enjoying yourself?" he asked with surprising allure for someone who was undoubtedly drowsy. She kept deathly still. Never in her memory had she ever been in such a situation. It took all her nerve not to show her true feelings. "Of course not, I just wanted to get you up." "That you did," he grinned at her with a glance to his nethers. "What did you do to me last night? Why didn't you finish me off?" she asked, swallowing hard, trying to hide her blush by looking away. "I thought I did." The paladin's grin would have widened if possible. "I figured the only way one of your kind would even listen to a mortal was if he could prove his worth to them." Only because they have no choice, she thought. He didn't seem to know very much about her kind. Jezelle thought that advantageous. "Well? I'm listening." "Become my familiar and serve me. Together in my quest against the darkness we would be unstoppable." Is he serious? Jezelle wondered. Succubi were not servants, nor did they relish fight. While any demon could prove formidable in combat, a succubus needed to be wary, for the more of their energy they used, the hungrier they would get. It wasn't uncommon to hear of one being overcome by their lust at a crucial time. There were better choices for a contracted companion. "Why me? My kind aren't known for their battle prowess. I would be useless to you." "I meant it when I said I want to redeem you, Jezelle. Succubi are made, not born. While you could never be mortal again, I believe your humanity still dwells within." He spoke with warm honesty as he looked deeply into her eyes. "And you would be far from useless. There's more than one way to purge evil." "I had noticed that you seem to prefer the spear over the mace..." At the thought, Jezelle involuntarily gave the swollen 'spear' a tender squeeze. With an almost modest reluctance he took her hand from his sensitive area, took a calming breath and explained to her, "Someone very important once told me that wars are not won by sword alone. They're won by pen, by forge, by wheat and by draught. Everyone down to the lowliest peasant helps the cause. If there is something you can do to aid the fight then you should do it." "And you just so happen to be good at sex?" He shrugged. "I managed to finish you off, did I not?" "Fair enough. So what if I refuse your offer?" As if the paladin had been waiting for that very question, he nonchalantly answered, "It's your right to do so. I've sealed your ability to feed so you're no longer a threat to mortals. If you wish to live out your existence in peace you may." "What do you mean?" She looked at him sharply. Instinctively her hands sought her throat and nethers as she thought about the strange sensations she felt. "When I consecrated you last night I locked your ability to feast upon ones energy. Unless I release the binding you'll never taste power from fornication again." The bastard had truly trapped her, but also showed that he knew nothing of her kind. To part with him would eventually drive her insane and to die of starvation, and that was if none of the demon queen's minions found her first. If she was able to feed she might stand a chance, but if not... Of course, what he proposed was madness. No succubus would ever ally herself with a mortal, as much fun as their union would be. There seemed to be very little choice for her. It was either join him or die one of many terrible deaths. Whatever his motivations, Juste was deadly serious. No one talks of demonic contracts in jest. If the wrong ears overheard it wouldn't be long before witch hunters were at your heels. Perhaps he knew what he was doing. At the very least he could keep her protected from those who would seek to do her harm. What other choice did she have? "Very well." Jezelle sat up and looked him dead in the eyes. Despite the fact that Juste had unwittingly put her life completely in his hands, the succubus acted as though she was in control. "But I warn you now, Paladin: there are few mortals who can hold their end of a contract with a succubus." "Is that so?" "Aye. In the end they all fall to their desires and are consumed, and their essence joins with the demon to make her stronger than ever." The succubus crept up along the paladin to straddle his lap. "Well, I seem to be off to a decent start." He swallowed hard as she mounted him. "Hubris is the downfall of all your kind." "It isn't proud to ask for help." His hands hesitantly found their way to her grinding hips. "Perhaps," she whispered. Her breath lingered hotly in his ear. And with that she kissed him deeply, her tongue slipping into his mouth. Her actions at that moment were governed fully by her rational mind, the true Jezelle; not the demonic appetite that so dominated the will of every succubus. She cooed as she could feel his hardness once more beneath her. She lashed her tongue against his as violently as a whip, letting her energy mingle and unite with his. While Juste had only partially bound her to his service, this ritual made it official. Jezelle could feel his heat and passion within her now as they connected deeper than they had the night before. "I, Jezelle Ha'ren, bind myself to you, Juste, Paladin of Lumaris." The words of power echoed in demonic along with her common speech. "In battle, let me burn your enemies; in the cold, let me warm you; in the darkness, let me light your way. My fire now serves you, master. Please use me however you see fit." As the ritual ended Jezelle severed their embrace, feeling the hunger stirring within her again. They stared at each other in silence. She had done it. On a risky hope, Jezelle had thrown away any chance there was of ever making it back into the good graces of the queen she once served. What other choice did she have? Juste paused. "That was it?" he asked. The succubus nodded, and Juste breathed a quiet sigh of relief. "For my kind, the ritual of contract comprises of nothing more than the succubus' maiden kiss." Juste's eyes widened. "You mean that was your..." his voice trailed off as he regarded her. Jezelle looked away shyly as she nodded. "It was the first I've ever given from myself and not from my hunger. It is only when a succubus is in full control that she can bind herself to another with that gesture, so we tend not to do it lightly. Rest assured, my mouth has done far worse when I lose myself." The young paladin seemed satisfied at this. She couldn't guess what plans Juste had for her. All she knew was he was her key to survival now. She couldn't help but feel aroused at the thought of him being her master. This, too, happened while she had full control of herself. It was the first time she could ever remember being enticed by a mortal without the influence of her hunger. Perhaps a life of servitude wouldn't be so bad. At the very least, she thought, it should be fun. How to Tame a Succubus Ch. 02 Chapter 2 - Pushing the Paladin's Limits "Why exactly do I need to wear this ridiculous outfit?" Jezelle protested as she tugged at the robe's drooping sleeves. Since their departure from Alensted this morning Juste had made her wear the garb of a Lumarin acolyte. While the succubus didn't mind the wardrobe change, she couldn't help but feel dirty in it, and not in the way that she loved, either. It was all a part of the Paladin's plan, she knew. "It's only fitting that someone who has bound themselves to war against the darkness should dress appropriately. Besides, it would raise questions if a Paladin of Lumaris was seen journeying across the continent with a common trollop." She rolled her eyes and entwined a lock of brown hair that had fallen from her habit around a finger. "Because we can't have people thinking that a holy paladin is off having illicit encounters. Such actions would surely tarnish the honor of his order." He responded under his breath, flush creeping across his cheeks, "What happens in the battlefield and in the boudoir are separate matters." "Not to a succubus," she said, folding her arms and leaning back in her chair, smirking. "You know, as far as I can tell, you and I aren't so different." That was only partly true, as she'd discovered during their journey so far. Despite her best efforts, Jezelle was unable to rouse an encore performance from her companion. She may have been displeased with the situation her master had put her in but she was still a creature of lust and desire. Not that there was any need of sustenance after how he'd fed her the night before, but it was something the succubus enjoyed nonetheless. It was much like the meal they were about to have. "Would you keep it down?" "You forget that I can still do everything I could before, except feed. You act like everyone else can see through my glamour. Succubi are the masters of fitting in. It is only when we choose to be seen or heard that we are." "Still, it would be much easier if you would just play along and try to fit in like a normal person," Juste responded, now folding his arms in turn as he tried to gather his composure. "Where would the fun in that be, master?" The succubus grinned as she slipped a foot from her sandal and drew it along his thigh. Since learning of his dislike of her advances, Jezelle had made it her mission to take advantage of every chance she could to molest him. One way or another she would teach him the error of his mistake. The redness returned to his face at her provocation, but before he could protest she gave his area a playful squeeze with her toes. The paladin gasped in a mix of pleasure and shock instead and backed away. "I... I told you not to call me that!" He swallowed hard and visibly. The succubus licked her lips at his discomfort, leaning forward over the table to show off her ample bosom as best she could in the modest robe. It was quite amazing what a well placed cinch could do. "But master, I'm bound by oath and by spell to do your bidding. Isn't a devoted little slave all you wanted?" "I... well, no, but..." "I swear," she laughed, "If I didn't know first hand you could fuck like a beast-half, I'd swear you were as new to this as a maiden." Jezelle had quickly come to learn that Juste was quite a bit more resistant to her charm than he had originally let on. It was almost as if there was another person sitting with her right now. The young man she'd journeyed with was quick to change the subject any time she broached it. Perhaps he was in his cups that eve, full to the brim with liquid courage? Or maybe he truly separated business and pleasure as he claimed. Regardless of the reason, Jezelle determined she'd find out one way or another. Juste stewed silently in his timidity, relief coming in the form of their wench. With practiced skill, she served the pair their meal. "Anything else I can get for you?" The young male shook his head, but the server didn't even notice, for all her attention was on Jezelle. Their eyes had met for a brief moment and the succubus smiled a deviant little smile. "Not at the moment, but... perhaps later?" "Of course, m'lady." The wench curtsied with excitement in her eyes. Jezelle tore into her meal like a fiend, quite literally. Though the illusions she'd cast on herself hid her true nature her physical form wasn't actually affected, leaving her claws as threatening and effective as ever. Though she carried herself quite elegantly at all times she seemed to completely abandon manners and courtesy. Juste again looked about worriedly as she made a scene that seemingly went unnoticed. "I tol' you," she said through a full mouth, "there's mmothing to worra abou'." "Would it kill you to be a bit more couth? Everyone else may not be able to see you, but I still have to." Seductively, she sucked the roast chicken's juices from her long fingers. "When there's an actual threat of me being caught, I'll behave. I promise I wont embarrass master in front of his friends." He just shook his head and went about his own plate. In contrast to Jezelle's animalistic approach to eating, Juste ate his meal quietly and with care. As the indentured succubus ate, she couldn't help but eye the girl who had served their food. A plot began to form in her mind. Jezelle was determined to find out what Juste's deal was, and knew just how to do it. It took a while for the waitress to finally meet Jezelle's eyes, but all the demon needed was an instant to cast her glamour. It wasn't long before the unsuspecting woman returned to the couple with a pair of steins in hand. "Begging your pardon, m'lord", but the barkeep sent these over for you," she said.She held the large drinks just below chest level, as if to emphasize her already ample breasts. "Says to always treat you paladins right because they're always helpin' people. He owes your order for savin' his daughter years ago. We don't often get heroes here, so if there's anything you need..." The paladin watched her, carefully avoiding the provocative display as she bent over to set down the steins. Between her supple bottom and her hanging teats this seemed to prove difficult to him. Jezelle was quick to start into her beverage, but watched the other two intently from behind her glass. He thanked the lady curtly and remained steadfast in his honor as she leaned over him to grab his dirty dishes. His discomfort was palpable as her bosom blatantly brushed against him. The girl lingered a moment with her eyes on Juste before excusing herself. After breathing a sigh of relief he caught Jezelle staring at him. "What?" "Nothing at all, master," she lied. The whole situation with him kept getting more and more interesting. She wasn't the only temptation he ignored. Thankfully, he didn't seem to notice the slight enthrallment she had lain on the servant. Trusting as ever. Jezelle took a deep, cleansing breath to rid herself of nerves as the blushing woman caught her eye again. They exchanged smiles. The serving girl's grin was shy but intrigued; Jezelle's was deceptively innocent. Thoughshe'd been completely satiated the night before, her desire was being roused by her master's unwillingness. It was one thing to seal and bind her to his will; it was another to not use her like the worthless slave she had become. It was enough to fill her mind with thoughts of fornication. A pang of disgust ran through her at the thought of how much she wished he would ravage her. The rest of her meal was rather dull, though as far as she could tell Juste didn't seem to mind the peace. The evening crowd started to pour in and the wench was taken from Jezelle. With little else to occupy her attention the succubus turned to the paladin once again. "Where are we going?" she asked idly as she gnawed the last bits of meat from bone. "South," came the reply. "To the capital, more precisely." "Why, so I can go join your order of sheep?" she snickered. "I wouldn't use those words, but yes." "You can't be serious," she said. Her expression was incredulous; her voice, flat and unamused. Suddenly his insistence on her wardrobe made more sense. "The only way one can fight in the name of the light is to have been blessed by it." Jezelle crossed her arms and sat back in her chair. "There isn't anything more special about the light than there is any of the other fae lords. Do you really think by having me say your words and swearing to your lords that I'll become a paragon?" "No, but it's a start. You may be my familiar now, but humans are different than your kind. I still don't fully trust you. At least by doing this it'll show me your devotion." The little fool wasn't as stupid as she had begun to think. Despite what he thought, she had little choice in the matter. As his familiar she had to obey whatever her master ordered. Deep within, a minute part of the succubus didn't seem to mind. There was a flicker of pleasure she felt when ordered and commanded. It was different than the pleasure she derived from her hunger, but it felt like if she gave it a chance she could like it. Jezelle squelched the feeling as much as she could and glared at the paladin defiantly. "Won't doing something like that be incredibly risky, master? And not just for myself." "It is." She knew as well as he did what would happen if their union was discovered. While Jezelle didn't plan on getting caught, if Juste did she would be forever stuck as she was. Being fed up enough with his plan that she cared not to argue, she started to think of other things. With sultry enthusiasm, she acted as if she was conceding. "Very well. Whatever my master asks of me, I shall obey." Juste looked at her with an uncomfortable shyness while she shamelessly tried to seduce him. When their eyes met he quickly looked away. Juste perplexed her, truly. For all his youth and vigor he certainly was bashful, especially considering what they'd already done together. Her ruby eyes -- masked by enchantments so that only Juste could see their unnatural colour -- stared lustily at the young paladin as she rested her head on her hand. "Master, if this humble one may ask something..." Juste took a slow drink, hesitating. A subtle tightness showed around his eyes and betrayed his apprehension for what questions his unpredictable thrall might pose. After a moment, he nodded. "How would you like me tonight?" Jezelle asked. She bit her lip coyly, knowing it would set him off. Despite his mental preparation, the question seemed to catch him off guard; Juste began choking rather violently on a mouthful of ale. He managed to avoid making too much of a mess of his table and attire, though his dignity was surely damaged. As soon as he could muster enough breath to do so he stammered, "In your room, of course." "My room?" asked Jezelle, tilting her head in confusion. Despite her contempt for the young warrior and her current circumstances she still wanted to fuck. Juste nodded in affirmation as he wiped up what spilled drink he could. "Even with us bound it wouldn't be proper for us to share a room. A man and woman can only do such a thing if they're united in the light." The succubus rolled her eyes and sulked. "But I'm not a woman!" "Exactly!" he said harshly. "It would be even more dangerous then." Jezelle folded her arms and assumed an unhappy expression. She wouldn't press the point, but neither would she let him go without knowing her disappointment. "Very well, master; as you command. It is my pleasure to serve you any way you require, even if it is not at all." He seemed unsure of her sudden cooperation, but took her at her word that there would be no more issues. Jezelle felt she was really starting to figure things out. Her righteous captor's reluctance seemed to stem from personal belief more than anything. Juste had probably spent most, if not all, of his life in servitude to the light, which could explain his chaste and proper attitude towards her -- barring their first encounter, of course. Her theory seemed incompatible with the events of the previous night, but it was her only starting point. She would simply have to be patient in putting together the pieces of the puzzle that was Juste. "Our rooms are right next to each other, but I expect you not to try anything," Juste declared as he stood and tossed her a key. "You have my word, master. Are you off to bed already?" She inquired. "Aye. We'll depart tomorrow morning after we break our fast, so be ready by then." "I shall." She smiled. With that the paladin left her to her own devices. The moment he disappeared from sight up the stairs Jezelle was quick to searched out the barmaid. There was no way in hell her bed would be cool tonight. If her master wouldn't take her then she would find someone who would. Besides, it would make for a good test of what enchantment the paladin had sealed her with. When she spotted her target, Jezelle locked eyes with her and sent a subtle command through her glamour. The woman was before Jezelle in short order, another draught of ale in hand. "'Ere you go, m'lady." she cooed almost obediently. "Will there be anything else?" The hopeful air the girl carried pleased Jezelle well. The alluring fiend drank deeply from her fresh stein. It felt good to be desired the way she'd come to expect. Her lack of success earlier in the day had begun to irritate her. With a sigh of contentment, she commanded, "Your name, to start." "They call me Gretchen." "Well, Gretchen, I am Jezelle. The pleasure is all yours I assume. What time do you get off tonight?" "Whenever m'lady allow it... ," she replied, anticipation clear in her eyes. A subtle blush welled up on her smooth cheeks. "Cute, but not what I meant. Lucky for you, I don't need you to be that bright. You can drop the formalities as well." "Oh!" Gretchen realized her mistake, completely unfazed by the slight. "I finish at 11.The owner says I'm not experienced enough to handle the overnight crowd yet, but..." As the young lady began to twirl her crimson locks playfully and drone on about her life, Jezelle glanced at the clockwork abomination that hung on the wall. It took her a few moments to decipher when the girl meant. Most of demonkind had little to no use for the technology of the mortal races. The few that did were written off just as mad at the humanoids. The clock might have been more convenient for telling time if she actually understood it, but steam and clockwork was something Jezelle struggled to grasp even the basics of. The demon determined that it was probably still a few hours until then, but made no difference in the end, she would get what she wanted eventually. Without a care for what the girl was saying, she interrupted Gretchen. "Very well," said the demon. "I shall require drink until you are done. If you can see to that, I will ensure your gratuity is quite..." Jezelle let her voice trail away, plastering a seductive smile on her face before continuing, "sufficient." Gretchen smiled eagerly and offered a sultry curtsy. "As you wish, mistress." * * * Tongues lashed violently as Gretchen pressed the robed succubus to the wall. Despite her efforts to pace herself, she couldn't wait until they reached Jezelle's room. Jezelle's hunger sparked and smouldered within her at the prompting of Gretchen's uncontrolled lust. Bountiful bosoms heaved together as the servant started to breathe her passion heavily. The succubus didn't mind at all, but she didn't wish to cause any trouble for her master. Jezelle doubted that any of the inebriated patrons of the inn would truly mind the display of two beauties entwined amorously, but the fact that one of them was, for all intents and purposes, a holy acolyte of Lumaris would almost ensure a scandal for her master. A wave of her hand dismissed the flames of the candles illuminating the hallway. She tried to break the kiss with Gretchen only to find her attempt met with the serving girl's surprisingly intense refusal to cooperate. Gretchen latched onto Jezelle's lower lip, trying to pull her close once again. With an assertive look, Jezelle cowed the young woman and took her hand, dragging her farther into the darkened corridor. People rarely questioned two lovers in the dark. Gretchen followed, silent and obedient, as she directed the focus of her mouth to the guiding hand of her mistress. Once adequately cloaked in the shadows, Jezelle ran her fingers through the ruby curls of her slave. The succubus gripped the silky locks in her hand and drew her in once more with just enough force to cause a gasp of pleasure. "Ooooh! Mistress you're so rough," the wench purred like a kitten as she sought her lover's lips. "Does it not please you?" Jezelle questioned with a smirk and a raised eyebrow. She didn't expect an answer, what with Gretchen's tongue so preoccupied, but she didn't need one. Being able to read all of her partner's lusts and desires was something all succubi did naturally. Normally it was used to bring her partners to the epitome of climax so she could best feed off of them, but it served her just as well now. With Juste having sealed her, Jezelle needed to find out how extensive her new limitations truly were. If her abilities were as locked as the paladin insisted then she would need to make the best use of what energy she had. It hadn't cost her much to entice the young woman. Not only did the waitress seem to enjoy the company of women, but she'd been eying up Jezelle all evening, even without the influence of the demon's glamour. "A bit of a freak, aren't you?" the succubus panted as Gretchen's tongue left her mouth and trailed down over her neck and collarbone. "Wanting a taste of the light's forbidden fruit... Allow me to indulge you." She grabbed a fistful of red hair and pushed Gretchen down to her knees while lifting the skirt of her own robe with the other hand. Needing no instruction, the mortal nestled into the smooth thighs and began to lavish Jezelle anew with kisses. Gretchen's full, painted lips left a rosy trail as they sought the wetness her partner's humble undergarments concealed. Her hands were nearly as eager as her tongue in removing the linens, rabidly pulling them down. The garments were yanked away and tossed aside without a care. Jezelle felt a flash of coldness as her sensitive arousal met the cool air for a few startling seconds. She shivered, but it didn't last as Gretchen's warm mouth assailed her loins. In only a few short moments Jezelle could feel her appetite being sated; the interplay of Gretchen's slick tongue and ragged breathing against the wet folds of the beautiful fiend's sex was astoundingly gratifying. The suddenness of the assault caused Jezelle to let go of her skirt. She gripped the wall, bracing herself for the pleasure. A deep, throaty moan escaped her lips. Being hidden beneath Jezelle's vestment didn't seem to deter Gretchen in the slightest. The sensation started to overwhelm Jezelle as fingers probed her slit deeply. The demon squirmed in ecstasy, putting a hand to her mouth to stifle her moans, and spread her legs as wide as she could manage.Gretchen took full advantage of the additional space. With one hand Gretchen fingered Jezelle to the knuckle, soon adding a second finger, then a third, as her other hand explored the deliciously soft skin of her mistress's legs. She stroked with tender fervor, moving her attentions to her inamorata's voluptuous rump. With a strong grasp she groped and pulled her lover closer. The longer she slurped at the succubus' snatch, the more intoxicated she became with the aphrodisiacal nectar, and the more fervently she ate. The hungry girl lapped at every bit of the succubus that she could reach as if her life depended on it. How to Tame a Succubus Ch. 02 As Jezelle felt her slave's licks and suckles upon her clit and lips, and occasionally trying to slip inside of her amongst the her fingers, the demon's orgasm continued to build. Gasps of pleasure slipped between her fingers as she started to care little about anything but her own lust. The intensity spiraled nearly to its peak as Gretchen released her ass and quite clearly began pleasuring herself. Gretchen writhed beneath the robe's skirt; her moans came louder, intensifying her breath against her lover's pussy. As Gretchen was nearly overloaded by having her fantasy granted she was quick to join Jezelle at the edge of orgasm. After a few more licks and moans Jezelle braced herself for the inevitable. But nothing happened. The succubus was left panting, confused and frustrated as all of the built up pleasure dissipated. Gretchen released quite loudly, despite having her mouth full of flesh. What just happened? Jezelle thought desperately. "Oh... that was... so... good... It's like ye' knew... what I've always wanted...," Gretchen panted as she crawled out from under the skirt. Jezelle shook her head and snapped out of her shock. It was just a fluke, she thought. Nerves, nothing more. "Don't think we're done yet. The night is young and I hunger as well," she said as she lifted Gretchen by her chin and licked the young woman's lips clean. Without needing to say anything more the pair made their way hastily to the room of the succubus. Not thinking twice about her odd inability to cum, Jezelle was quick to lock lips with Gretchen once the door was shut behind them. With the skill only a succubus could possess when disrobing a paramour, she made quick work of her lover's corset and skirt. Gretchen's voluptuous breasts strained and stressed the buttons of her blouse. With a little help from Jezelle the shirt was torn open to free them. With an almost dance-like spin, the pair changed places and the demon playfully pushed her partner onto the bed. Gretchen bit her lip in anticipation as she watched the succubus strip. Her hand instinctively found its place at her slit once more as Jezelle wriggled and undid the cinch that kept her acolyte's robe fitting snugly around her waist and bust. A series of sultry, hem-raising twirls revealed her bareness. Jezelle stopped, faced Gretchen once more and caressed her own body. With a slight moan to her own touch, she lifted up the robe to show her legs teasingly before slipping the garments up from her shoulders and letting them drop slowly to the floor. Her glamour dropped along with her vestments, though it hardly mattered she revealed her true self. Once bound in the enchantments of a succubus a victim became an oblivious little servant. It was a relief to finally be free of the illusion that slowly drained her essence. Not wanting to keep her lover waiting, Jezelle made haste to join her on the bed. Tongues and legs entwined erotically as they embraced in the dim candlelight. With some shifting and sliding it wasn't long before both of their sexes pressed together. Moans exchanged as freely as spit did as both pair of lips barely separated. The eagerness of Gretchen titillated the succubus. While she enjoyed being full of a man more than anything there was something special and unbeatable about how a woman pleasures another. Though the urgency of her lust pressed her, there was still a tenderness to the human's touch as her hands caressed Jezelle's back. The sensation of the serving girl's breasts and erect nipples was divinely titillating to the succubus. Jezelle didn't even mind that her more than modest bust was nearly dwarfed by that of the girls. As hips gyrated clit and labia ground together in wet abandon. Their juices were stirred up together in the sweetest of nectars between them. An eternity seemed to pass as the two held each other close in tribadism. It wasn't long before Jezelle could feel her climax approaching again. Craving release, the succubus dug her claws into Gretchen's ass, firmly enough to hold her but not enough to draw blood. In utter need she pulled her close, pressing Gretchen's snatch even harder against her own to intensify the sensations. The servant took note of her mistress's desire and began to buck her hips wildly. "Ahhh lady Jezelle... I'm so close... I... ahhh" "Don't you dare stop," Jezelle moaned as her fingers wound through hair, throwing herself down onto the bed. "I live to obey you!" Gretchen screamed as claws raked from her ass down around her thighs. Her hands went to the lusty demon's hips and held them firm as the partners scissored. Under the succubus' spell Gretchen ground and thrust against her mistress with vigor. Jezelle's idle hands sought her own breasts, groping them with the same ferocity as a perverted old man with a cheap young harlot. Between her fingers, her rock hard nipples were teased and tugged in attempt to push her past the brink. As she watched Gretchen ravage her, her pink tongue lolling and great breasts bouncing vivaciously, Jezelle felt everything coming to fruition once more. "Right there... oh gods I'm going to... I'm going to...," with eyes firmly shut, her back arched as highly as it could as she crossed the edge. "AH.... aaaah...? What... no... NO!" Her eyes opened wide in shock. She collapsed onto the bed and could do nothing but stare at the ceiling as pleasure fleeted her once more. What had Juste done to her? You know exactly what he did, she thought. He took away more than just your ability to feed... No. There had to be a mistake, there just had to be. Maybe I'm just not trying hard enough. She was a succubus; there wasn't any way that she couldn't be fucking properly. Maybe her chosen plaything was just no good? Her mind started to race as worry found its way into her deeply. Minutes passed, and only then did Jezelle notice the wench was unconscious -- on top of her. Under the heady influence of the succubus, the unsuspecting woman had been so relentless in her sexy assault that she'd fainted. "When did I...?" Jezelle didn't remember enchanting her so intensely. The resting girl had clearly been driven beyond her limits by spell, yet the succubus had no memory of casting anything. Haze started to creep into her thoughts. Whatever was happening to her right now had roused her hunger enough that it was starting to take control, and the fiend didn't even notice until now. It was but a slight rumble in her soul, but a moment of weakness is all it takes for her to lose everything. As it stood it had now given her her an active desire to feed. Before their rendezvous, Jezelle had fully intended the romp to be nothing more than a little fun, but panic was starting to change that. He's just a weak human, he couldn't possibly control you like this. You're better than him. Jezelle hated to let her hunger control her like this, but she couldn't help that it was right about this. Against her better judgment, the succubus gathered her composure and looked at Gretchen. The waitress rested so peacefully now, flush and exhaustion covering her beautiful face. Delicately, Jezelle lifted her by the chin to bring their lips level. She gently tried to tame the maiden's unruly hair, frizzed and wild from their passion, tucking a few strands behind Gretchen's ear. Then Jezelle closed her eyes and began to chant. The demonic language would sound enticing to all who could hear. Even the sleeping wench stirred as the magical words resonated with an infusion of pure desire. Her eyes opened with an illuminating glow and the succubus sealed the spell with a kiss. Her tongue slipped easily between Gretchen's lips and set to work. The embrace lasted no more than a few seconds, but when Jezelle ceased her invasion the woman awoke with a deep gasp and eyes aglow in spell. Her bust rose and fell as she tried to discern what was happening. Her mind had, for all intents and purposes, shut off from the pleasure overload and the succubus had forced it back to work. "M...M'lady..?" she asked in confusion as to what was happening. "Your mistress isn't done with you yet," Jezelle said crossly. The best answer Gretchen could muster in her daze was a nod after a few moments of processing. Gretchen crawled about her mistress, until she came to rest with her head between her thighs and Jezelle's between her own. The moment it was within reach the succubus buried her face in Gretchen's sopping privates. She breathed in deeply to take in the scent of their juices, trying to boost her senses with desire. She playfully nipped at Gretchen's well groomed mound, but was so overburdened with need that she dove right in to the main course. One may think it self-destructive that a succubus could be susceptible to even their own nectar, but it rarely mattered in the heat of the moment. The demon's almost snake-like tongue slipped past her fangs and lapped up every drop. It didn't take long for there to be nothing coating Gretchen's thighs, ass and pussy but the Jezelle's own spit. The only place where the slave's own wetness remained was deep within, and that's where Jezelle's tongue sought next. As the serpentine muscle penetrated the human, Jezelle wrapped her legs around the girl's head to encourage her to get nice and close. Gretchen licked and fingered Jezelle with abandon. As encouragement for doing so well, occasionally the succubus would pull out her tongue and whip the firm and quickly reddening ass of her servant with it. "Oh yes, my sweet... right there... You can do it." All that mattered to Jezelle at that moment was her impending climax. She was finally close to achieving the orgasm she longed for. Not wanting to risk losing it again, she went all out, devouring the girl's love as if it were her last meal. Her tongue pressed as deeply as it could within Gretchen and thrust in and out as if it were a cock. Feeling the vagina tighten around and milk her tongue as the human convulsed in orgasm started to push the frustrated succubus over the edge. Jezelle was relentless as she tried to give herself the final push, but after nearly a minute of drawing out Gretchen's climax she threw her head back in torment as release evaded her yet again. Her whole body ached as the built up pleasure slipped from her once more. Jezelle didn't understand at all what was happening. Had her master truly been so cruel as to deny her orgasm? What sort of monster is he? Frustration built up in her as she could tell Gretchen had fainted atop her again. Don't give up... There's another way... The succubus blinked at the hunger's suggestion. Had she been more rational, the hunger's increasingly intrusive pull would have been ignored, but Jezelle was panicking. No demon could ever be suppressed by a human like this. Being bested by him in bed was bad enough, but this would be beyond embarrassing, if true. It would be like an arachne whose silk was stolen by a mere human, or an orc, their weapons. It was completely and utterly unacceptable. She began to chant the rousing spell once more, placing the kiss this time deeply on Gretchen's cunt. Her reaction to it was slower than before, but again the girl rose. She slowly looked back at her mistress with a desperate reluctance in her lust drunk eyes. She couldn't take much more. Jezelle crawled behind the servant and knelt. Her hands splayed above her own belly as she began to cast a new, even more vulgar spell. Jezelle let out a guttural moan as she arched her back, light beaming from the area behind her claws. When it subsided, she licked her lips as she slowly stroked her newly formed member. There was a craziness in her eyes as she slowly crawled on top of her playmate. Jezelle's perverted tongue teasingly slurped at the girl's neck as the cock rested firmly against her buttocks. The member throbbed as its length ground against Gretchen's moist vulva. "You had best prepare yourself, my little servant," she purred into Gretchen's ear with a hint of madness. The hunger had awakened once more from all her spell use and its need for release was blatant. "It's going to be a long night."